Like a lot of people, I re-joined Netflix to get access to the new season of Arrested Development. Unlike a lot of people, I didn’t watch it yesterday.
So no spoilers.
I have been watching a lot of other things on the streaming service. Movies that sunk by me at the theatre…or that didn’t reappear as I had expected on HBO.
One of my fav’s?
The Perfect Host, starring David Hyde Pierce. He is always incredible, so I blame the marketing campaign for not inciting me to see this gem at the movie theatre.
Pierce plays Warwick Wilson, who is home prepping for a dinner party when John Taylor, an injured bank robber, comes to his door desperate to find a place to hide out. John poses as a ‘friend of a friend’ and convinces Warwick to not only let him in, but also invite him to stay for the party. But as the guests arrive, John realizes Warwick is much more than he first appeared.
It’s creepy and kooky and has so many twists and turns, you won’t be able to keep up. I loved it. I recommend it.
Heck, it’s even worth joining Netflix to see.
Who’s the kid?
So, I’m watching the ATP World Tour Finals on Tennis Channel whenever time zones and my time allows.
And they’re doing those creepy child escorts again for the players as they enter the indoor stadium.
But I think the players look uncomfortable — the kids look uncomfortable, too.
(This child looks a bit like a tween Chucky doll, which is also a bit unnerving.)
Once the players reach their chairs courtside, what are they supposed to do?
Hug the child? Pat them on the head? Ignore them and go about their prep?
All choices look creepy…from my point of view.
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